Red Room Where the Writers Are

What a fab day for going to the park
Current mood: hot, tired, thinking about the story

As I read with wonder the pretty damned good fantasy story that's shaping up to be my 11-year-old daughter's first attempt at the novelistic form, I realize — while mustering as much objectivity

Racing through heavy rain, Clive is one of the boy that think only to win... but again, which child whose doesn't like to win?

First, let me admit that I have blithely typed that title in, as if I had advice to dispense, but in fact, I have questions. Slightly desperate questions. But let me start somewhere else.

        I had been a member of the Hare Krishna temple since I was 14 years old. I had an adopted family there that cared a great deal about me.